It will be okay

Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I cry? because sometimes it just helps to let it go Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I believe there's an end to this? because time tells me so Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I listen to music? because it saves me when i'm alone Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I write? because it makes my thoughts and feelings known. Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I dwell on the past? because it can't hurt me like the future can , its gone away Sometimes I ask myself, Why do I make myself survive? even when I feel like giving up?

because one day it will all be okay. . .